A cab slowly came to a halt in front of the iron gates. The thick iron gates were covered with vines and looked very intimidating.
A youth wearing a plain white shirt, faded jeans and a pair of white low tops stepped forward. He pressed the button for the intercom which was on the wall beside the gates. His platinum blonde hair gave off a silvery shine in the morning sun.
"It's me, Song Qingyuan," he simply said into the intercom after the connection was made. His voice was soft and mellow but it had a kind of coldness that warned you off of even the thought of getting anywhere near him.
Then he simply stood beside the gate and stared at the extravagant mansion beyond the gates. His thoughts were chaotic; various vague images seemed to be flaXing before his eyes but unlike the scenes before, these images, although vague, had some indistinguishable undertone of monotone. It felt like he had thought about many things within the few minutes it took for a butler wearing the standard uniform coming forward followed by an entire two rows of maids.
The butler had some gray among his neatly combed back hair. He looked like one of those typical butler's with a kind wrinkled face that always seemed to carry a hint of a smile. He was the head butler; Dong Peizhi. Song Qingyuan still remembered that seemingly kind face that deceived the others into believing that this hell hole was some warm place.
"Welcome back young master. Sir is waiting for you," Dong Peizhi said in that deep and aged voice.
Song Qingyuan just nodded at him and said, "He must be awfully joyful if he sent this entourage to welcome me all the way from the gates." His voice had no fluctuations and nobody could detect any hint of an emotion. Then he proceeded to ignore everyone and directly walked along the walkway that led all the way to the huge mahogany front doors of the mansion.
Such a sumptuous facade.
But now he had no choice but to join on in this game of clowns trying to play house. He wondered if that man was informed of his return.
As he paused in front of the doors, two maids stepped forward to push the doors open. He brazenly walked in without an ounce of hesitation. The indoor was just as luxurious as he remembered. The furniture that cost more than the sports cars, the thick carpets laid on the ground priced as much as the wages of decades of a regular family. Everything in sight screamed luxury but he no longer found this amusing even though he had been living in a less than a humble abode for some time now.
Sitting on the sofa were two middle aged men, two middle aged women, a young woman in her twenties and a young girl that looked to be in her early teens, two men in their twenties and two boys in their late teens. Looking at this even a bigger spectacle than what had been shown at the gates, Song Qingyuan couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
These bunch of dogs in heat were still breeding spawns. Well, even this felt more like an insult to the dog.
He pretended not to see any of them and continued to observe the chandeliers on the ceiling that were twinkling constantly. This posture exposed Song Qingyuan's long and graceful neck that seemed somehow seductive, especially with the reflection of the sunlight that was falling on the youth.
There was a sound of someone snorting which was heavy with contempt.
Song Qingyuan turned around slowly to look at the bunch of clowns that now wanted to start a drama and play house. Since he already decided to go along with this he might as well amuse himself. It was one of the teenage boys judging from the slight sneer on his face. Well, if you consider just their face value then none of them seemed any less than those famous stars you see on the TV. but every single one of them were monsters in human skin.
Song Qingyuan just stood there and did not say anything. Despite the fact that there was no expression on his face you could clearly see the disdain in his eyes. "Who are you? You were definitely not here the last time. Another spawn from some mistress?" he asked in an even tone.
Everyone present in the room gasped. Well, frankly he did not even want to be in the same plane of existence as them but somehow all of them have their names written in the same register.
The two middle aged men being his father's brothers; the elegant looking one with glasses on the ridge of his nose was actually the illegitimate child of Song Qingyuan's grandfather. He looked like a gentleman with those straight eyebrows with those slightly downturned eyes that seemed to be filled with compassion. The crinkles at the corners clearly suggested that he was someone who smiled a lot. his lips also always held a slight curve seemingly an unconscious reaction. And as you can already imagine from the fact that he is an illegitimate son of the previous head of the house he has to have some capability to still be standing all good and well in the face of the successor; his father. Song Qingyuan does not really have a deep impression of him but he believes that he should be referring to the man as his third uncle; Song Yongrui. And his third aunt; Feng Li Wei was the petite looking fair woman that had her pin straight inky black hair that reached her waist. She was also very pretty with soft features looking like someone you would see teaching a primary school. Currently she was sipping tea, her delicate fingers with manicured nails curved elegantly.
The young woman was their daughter, Song Jia Li, she was just as pretty as their mother. She was wearing a plain white dress, probably some expensive brand just from the looks of it. Her hair was just as inky and straight as Feng Li Wei's. And her features are sharper than her mother's giving her the looks of someone with a rather cold temperament. She looked graceful and elegant. And judging from the face of the younger girl, that should be her younger sister. If he remembered correctly her name was Song Jiaojiao. She had small features, all her features soft and delicate and paired with her blue frilly dress she looked like a porcelain doll.
The other middle aged man- Song Hongqi- being the older brother of his father was a very vicious character; promiscuous with so many ambiguous relationships that it could warp the entire one thousand square meters mansion around two times. He was also someone who had lots of toy boys. He frequently brought new spawns into the house claiming to be his every now and then. Even the woman sitting beside him was his third mistress that was from some nice enough background to be acceptable in the house. Song Qingyuan had not bothered to remember her name before he left. Her face was at this moment changing colors so quickly that she could be hung as Christmas decorations. As Song Qingyuan mentioned before, everyone has a face that can fool the devils. This woman here was also very pretty with her light brown hair in curls and wearing a tight black dress. She even looked like she was just in her early thirties. The red lipstick made her features even more seductive and eye-catching.
The two young men in their twenties were the sons of Song Hongqi from his previous legal wife; Song Wenyan and Song Wencheng. They all had inherited their fathers sharp features giving them fierce air and rather looked seductive on them. They were wearing designer suits, probably because they were called back from the company due to his arrival. But just like their father they were no good seeds either. They played around with all kinds of people and that included men and women. The last time he was here they were also talking about marriage. He wondered what had happened to all that talk about finding a higher branch to climb.
One of the teen boys; Song Xinyang, his mother, was a redhead beauty who was Song Hongqi's second mistress. Since she was just a small starlet, she was never given any acknowledgment and died in some mysterious way. Song Xinyang was less flamboyant than the others and he laid low. He inherited his mother's soft features but he looked startlingly good looking due to his red hair. He was always quiet and docile and Song Qingyuan never bothered with any of them so he doesn't really have much of an impression of him and rather thought he was just timid or hidden very well.
The other teenage guy with a shockingly good looking face- probably the most conspicuous after Song Qingyuan. He was not here at the time that Song Qingyuan left. Which means he is probably a son of Song Hongqi's hidden mistress. With dark brown hair, thin curved eyebrows, a high nose and full red lips he looked the part of a son of a mistress. He was the one who snorted and right now his face was also red with anger.
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